Her heart, which she had just managed to calm, began racing again, and her face flushed with panic.
After what had happened last night, she had no idea how to face him now.
The maid spotted her and immediately approached with a smile. “Madam, breakfast has been reheated. Please go and eat.”
“Uh… okay, thank you.” She swallowed hard and forced herself to move toward the dining room.
Wen Zhan, dressed in a tailored suit, was bathed in the morning light. His handsome profile was sharply defined, with deep, three-dimensional features—even his hairline was clean and precise, almost perfect.
He looked like a completely different person from the aggressive brute he had been the night before.
Mu Wanqing’s initial willingness to accept this marriage had a lot to do with that mesmerizingly handsome face.
She had hoped that, over time, they would grow closer and build a life together.
But after two years, he still couldn’t be bothered to spare her a single glance.
Sitting down quietly, she picked up a spoon and began slowly sipping her porridge, as silent and still as a cat.
But deep down, Mu Wanqing was still thinking about divorce.
She was serious.
Although it would be unfair to their two children, the mismatch in their backgrounds and the fragile state of their relationship meant that maintaining this distorted marriage would only bring them more pain.
Living in such a family would inevitably affect the children’s personalities and futures.
After finishing most of her bowl of porridge, she steeled herself and looked up at the man. “What I said last night… please think it over carefully. Don’t worry—I won’t take any of your assets, and I won’t take the children with me.”
She thought this would be enough to prove she had no ulterior motives.
Wen Zhan had been casually sipping his hangover tea while flipping through a financial magazine.
Hearing her speak, he slowly set down his teacup, his clear, deep gaze darkening instantly.
He looked at her, his expression cold and unreadable as frost.
Mu Wanqing’s scalp prickled, and her heart trembled with fear, but she forced herself to remain composed.
“Grandpa fainted and was hospitalized this morning. His condition is critical. Do you really want to cause trouble by bringing up divorce now? Are you hoping he’ll pass away sooner?”
“What?” Mu Wanqing’s face paled instantly. The spoon in her hand clattered down, and she stared at the cold-faced man with deep concern. “Grandpa fainted and was hospitalized? Did… did his condition suddenly worsen?”
Wen Zhan’s expression grew even darker. “I don’t know. We’ll have to wait and see what the doctor says.”
Mu Wanqing lost her appetite. If it weren’t for the fact that she needed to eat to continue breastfeeding, she would have gotten up and left immediately.
Picking up her bowl, she quickly finished the rest of her porridge and grabbed two steamed buns. “Let’s go to the hospital.”
Wen Zhan stared at her, his gaze scrutinizing. His thin lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.
He truly didn’t believe this “granddaughter” with no blood relation to the old man could genuinely care so much.
Most likely, it was because the old man had orchestrated their marriage, and she was worried that once he passed away, she would have no one to back her up.
Who knew what she was really thinking, despite her talk of divorce?
Perhaps this was just a strategic retreat—a calculated move to gain something.
With that thought, Wen Zhan’s eyes filled with intense aversion toward her. He even regretted last night’s moment of weakness, when he had ended up in bed with her again.
Recalling the events of the previous night, his expression grew complicated, and he quickly averted his gaze from her.
Because if he looked at her for even a second longer, those intimate, embarrassing scenes would uncontrollably flood his mind, unsettling him.
The two of them left the house together.
With the driver at the wheel, Mu Wanqing had no choice but to sit in the back, pressed closely against the man.
On the way, Wen Zhan took two calls, both from the company.
In a foul mood, he gave brief, cold instructions before hanging up.
Mu Wanqing knew he was worried about his grandfather. She stole several glances at his profile before finally gathering the courage to speak: “Grandfather’s previous surgery was very successful. The doctor said with proper care, he’d have four or five years without issues. It’s only been two… He’ll definitely be alright.”
Wen Zhan’s brow furrowed deeply. He drew a slow breath and was about to respond when his phone rang again.
This time, seeing the caller ID, his expression visibly softened before he answered gently, “Hello, Kejun…”
A sweet, gentle female voice filled with concern and anxiety came through: “Brother Zhan, I heard Grandfather’s condition suddenly worsened and he was admitted to the hospital?”
“Mm.”
“How is he?”
“I’m still on my way to the hospital, so I don’t know yet.”
“Then I’ll come over now. Gu Xinchen left on a business trip early this morning—even if he rushes back, he won’t arrive until evening.”
Gu Xinchen was Lu Kejun’s husband and also Wen Zhan’s childhood friend.
The three of them had grown up together, and Old Mr. Wen was like a grandfather to all of them.
Wen Zhan replied quietly, “No need to trouble yourself. Let him focus on his work.”
“Mm, I’ve already told him. Whether he returns is up to him. Don’t worry too much—Grandfather is blessed and will surely pull through safely.” Lu Kejun comforted him thoughtfully.
Wen Zhan lowered his gaze, his expression easing slightly. “I know. It’s raining—have the driver take you and go slowly.”
Sitting quietly beside him, Mu Wanqing felt a sting in her heart at these words, as if gently bitten by an ant.
See, he was indeed capable of tenderness and consideration—just not toward his own wife.
After the call ended, the car fell silent again.
Wen Zhan held his phone quietly for a moment before suddenly realizing something and turning to look at the woman beside him.
Seeing her gazing out the window, her beautiful face calm and serene, clearly unaffected by the call, he swallowed the words he was about to say.
She had married him for status, position, and wealth—why would she care who occupied his heart?
There was no need for explanations.
At the hospital, the two hurried to the ward.
Wen Zhan’s mother, Jiang Lijuan, saw them arrive but only had eyes for her son. She asked displeased, “You were notified first thing this morning. Why are you only arriving now?”
The Wen family had deep roots and sprawling branches—uncles, aunts, cousins—so many that two large tables couldn’t hold them all during New Year’s.
At times like these, showing filial piety and making one’s presence known was crucial.
Arriving late would inevitably invite criticism.
Wen Zhan glanced through the glass window into the ward, where his father, uncle, and cousin were speaking quietly with the doctor. He tossed a hurried explanation to his mother—”Something came up this morning and delayed me”—before pushing the door open and entering.
Mu Wanqing followed behind him, puzzled by his words—hadn’t he skipped work this morning? What could have delayed him?
As doubt crept in, a sudden thought struck her.
Could it be because she had overslept? Had he been waiting for her?
But given Wen Zhan’s attitude toward her, would he really be so considerate and protective?
With her son inside the ward, Jiang Lijuan naturally turned her attention to her daughter-in-law.
Noticing this, Mu Wanqing immediately greeted politely, “Mom.”
Jiang Lijuan looked at her daughter-in-law with an unpleasant expression. “Raising children is a woman’s responsibility. With so many postpartum caregivers and servants at home, you shouldn’t use trivial matters to delay Wen Zhan.”
Clearly, the mother-in-law blamed her daughter-in-law for her son’s late arrival.
Mu Wanqing initially wanted to retort, but the Wen family members stood all around them.
She suppressed her rising impulse and said quietly, “I’ll go check on Grandfather.”
“Check what? The old master just fell asleep. Can’t you see everyone’s waiting outside?” Jiang Lijuan stopped her abruptly.